[ He nearly teases, Then why ask? But he understands the gist of her curiosity. He shifts under her, thrusting up in rougher increments. It's like a carousel, working in stops and starts. One hand cradles the back of her skull, widespread fingers in her hair, keeping her lips close to his as if warming them. The other wriggles between them, finding the patch of damp curls that frames her sex, tracing and pressing and thumbing her clit. Through the curtain of her hair, he watches her eyes, such a brilliant shade of blue, sunlight turning the tips of her dark brown eyelashes into gold spikes. ]
I like watching you come.
[ It's matter-of-fact, but she'll never know what a rarity it is for him. After Amber, he was rarely generous with his girls, during or after. But something about Korra sparks alight that completionistic voyeur in him. ]
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I like watching you come.
[ It's matter-of-fact, but she'll never know what a rarity it is for him. After Amber, he was rarely generous with his girls, during or after. But something about Korra sparks alight that completionistic voyeur in him. ]